FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Chapter 2 - Of Mice and Otters

Mitchel doesn't sleep well from a long, long night of tossing and turning and trying to resist the urge to jack off. Once while deep asleep, his body even rolls to his belly and he hunches at the bed a few times, his need to get off quite high. As such the otter doesn't even notice when Ms. Nightfang enters in the morning.

"Wake up sleepy head." She coos softly as she walks over to the bed to rouse the boy. "It's time for Breakfast." But like a lot of teenagers, Mitchel likes very much to sleep in. Even more so from not having a good night's sleep, and just rolls over at Ms. Nightfang's words, groaning and trying to pull the covers over his head. "Either you get up now, or you can go another 24 hours without pawing off." She states rather bluntly, knowing very well that Mitchel's had a rough night, thanks to his arousal.

Mitchel blinks his eyes open as hearing that. He groans and mutters, "I'm up... I'm up..." As he eases the blanket back, starting to kick it off, then he realizes that his night hunching has pushed his boxers down! His morning wood is free and clear, making him blush and suddenly pull the blankets back over himself and his still developing shaft, black as pitch, and very thick for a boy his age. There is no doubt that his cock would be able to please any lady, once he reached manhood.

Ms. Nightfang grins some and giggles musically at how quickly he gets up after her threat. "Yes, I thought that would do it. Boys are very motivated by their dicks." She teases. "Alright, out of bed and get dressed. We will have breakfast and then you will get your reward for being a good boy. But of course the longer you dawdle the more it will get pushed off."

Mitchel shifts under the covers as he pulls his boxers up and over himself before slipping out of bed. He stretches and rubs his eyes with a slight yawn after his feet hit the floor and then reaches for his clothes to pull on a pair of pants. "What's for breakfast?"

"Well as You are an otter, we've got various forms of seafood dishes to help with your development." She says with a smile. "This morning I believe we are having a breakfast pasta." She says as she watches him dress.

Mitchel nods slowly, yawning again as he to follow Ms. Nightfang to the cafeteria, to one of the largest rooms, likely where service used to be held. There are several tables set out with a scattering of kids about. Some eat in groups, and then there are a few eating by themselves. As the new kid, Mitch feels like everyone is watching him as he looks around. Two in particular are shadowy female black bat, dressed in what can be described as bright gothic clothing who watches him and Ms Nightfang, and a black furred hedgehog with purple quills that seems to be eyeing him suspiciously as he eats.

Ms Nightfang shows him to the kitchen so that he can get his food before motioning him to seat at the end of the table. She takes a seat opposite from him, one of the few times she's ever in the cafeteria is when dealing with new students. She watches Mitchel eat quietly, but is soon annoyed as she narrows her eyes and tisks at the boy as he eats like a pig, being almost surprised he even closes his mouth when he chews. "This is a table, not a sty." She says to him.

Mitchel blinks at her words, pausing in his eating to swallow and ask, "What?"

"I am saying that your manners are atrocious. This isn't a public school, where lunch is timed. There is no reason to rush through your food." She replies sharply, knowing that its very likely that his rush is due to his not having pawed off yet and eager to get to his reward for not doing so.

Mitchel swallows again, though there is no food in his mouth this time, "But I'm hungry..." He replies as his ears lay back a bit. He sighs softly but he goes back to eating, trying to be more careful about it. Still, he is a boy with no real manners, so it is only slower, not better.

Ms. Nightfang seems to relax a slight bit, as slower is mildly better and at least a start for now as it seems like the boy is actually tasting the food now. "We will definitely have to work on your table manners. Hungry or not, the speed or size of the bites doesn't matter as you'll still get full."

Mitchel blinks again at her comment, being a young boy he's easily confused by such concepts, "Why bother? If I still get fed?" He asks in return using boy logic.

Ms. Nightfang narrows her eyes and sighs softly, "Because there is a right way and wrong way in everything we do. And Girls will never be impressed by how fast you eat or how much you put away. You want to attract them, not drive them off."

"Okay, fine." Mitchel replies with a sigh.

Ms. Nightfang looks to the boy and cocks her head "So have you decided over night you DON'T want to appeal to all the girls?" She asks, her voice once more regaining that sweet musical quality. "That was a much less enthusiastic answer for someone that seemed so interested in the idea last night. Or was that before you realized you'd have to change?" She giggles with a soft grin.

Mitchel frowns, "I didn't say that, I just don't see how it's such a big deal."

"It's a very big deal." Ms. Nightfang says with a deep sigh as she shakes her head a bit. "Tell me. If you had two wrapped gifts in front of you, one wrapped in a dirty brown paper bag and twine, while the other is professionally wrapped in with beautiful wrapping paper and expensive ribbon; and you could only choose one which would you take?"

Mitchel listens and shrugs not seeing what that has to do with anything, "I don't know... I guess the well wrapped one."

"And why is that?"

Mitchel shrugs again, "Because it is probably more expensive?" He asks trying to guess at the right answer.

Ms/ Nightfang rubs her temples a bit at the response. He was definitely going to be one of the harder cases to train, but tries to roll with his answer for now. "Girls tend to be similar when choosing boys. They are going to chose the one that looks and acts nicer, because they seem more sophisticated. At your age range, girls are wanting to be seen as women, as mature and ready for the world. They typically don't want boys that are still boys, they want boys that can match their expectations of maturity. With girls like your diva sisters, boys that look proper look like they have class and money, something that can be flaunted and shown off just like an expensive gift. How girls perceive you goes a long way, and manners is a large part of that."

Mitchel listens as the older woman explains a simplified way of how girls think and ohs softly. He kind of understands what she means and nods as he simply replies, "Okay."

Ms Nightfang smiles and rubs the boy's head some. "It's the small things like that, that can really impress a girl."

Mitchel flicks his ears as she rubs his headfur, then asks, "Do we have to start with that now though, or can I finish eating?" He asks, still ever the boy thinking more with his stomach than anything else at the moment.

"Yes. Go ahead and finish, but try to be more mindful of how you eat. I'll work in table manners into your lessons" She replies. Watching as Mitchel nods glumly at the thought of such lessons as he start to eat once more trying his best to be mindful. Selene knows that if one doesn't know the rules, it can be impossible to play the game and isn't counting any points this as she is mostly just seeing how capable the boy is on his own by just knowing he should try to do better.

Once Mitchel is finished, she instructs him to clean up and take the bowl to the kitchen. Standing up he does as asked and takes the bowl, into the kitchen. He looks around to see if there is a conveyer or someone to take it, like there would be at his usual school. Seeing none, he simply places the his dishes in the sink, as it's not his job, and starts to exit.

Watching him the whole way, Ms. Nightfang ahems softly as he starts to walk away. "I instructed you to clean up. That includes actually washing your dishes. Not just putting it in the sink, not just running water in it. But actually cleaning it." She states.

Mitchel blinks at that, looking up at the bat lady, he starts to comment, but sighs as he decides it is best not to and turns back to the sink, starting to wash his bowl, spoon, and glass. Which gets a smile from Ms. Nightfang.

"Good boy. So are you now ready for your reward?" She asks with a grin, once he has begrudgingly finished washing up and returns to her.

Mitchel nods slowly, nervous that it won't have been worth it. He follows as Ms Nightfang leads him out of the dining hall and back into the Main hall of the cathedral. "Keep up now, You don't want to get lost." She giggles and as usual walks in front of him with her sexy gait, purposefully drawing his eyes to her swaying hips; making him feel his still aching balls as his mind wanders back to the previous night and eating her out.

She leads him into another wing of the girl's dorm and opens a door to another bedroom. A very pink bedroom that was almost stereotypically girly in how it looks and was decorated. Also inside is a slender white mouse, with bright blue eyes and luscious golden hair that goes down to just her shoulders. She looks to be about 16, the same age as Mitchel's oldest sisters, though she wasn't quiet as curvy as they were. She is dressed in a pink shirt, with a monochrome pink cartoon pony on it looking wide-eyed at a cupcake. And a caption below in lavender letter 'Is it time for a party?', as well as a black knee-length skirt and pink stockings.

Mitchel glances at the rather sexy mouse with a few confused blinks, then he looks back to Ms Nightfang, "Uh..." He replies trying to attempt to say something to her. He was trying not to stare, now that he had two women to look at. His cock pressing uncomfortably into his pants, making a distinct bulge. He licks his lips and swallows softly trying to think of what to do as he is clearly confused as to what is going on. 'Say something!' his mind yells to him as he looks back to the mouse and finally manages to say "Hi..." In quiet squeak.

"Mitch, this is Sam Frisby." Ms Nightfang speaks up, making an introduction for the girl. "Sam has volunteered to help with your reward for being a good boy." She says with a sly grin.

Sam smiles and flicks her hair girlishly, she looks rather shy yet eager. "Y-Yes. I-I'm always happy to help relieve someone." She giggles softly. Her voice while sounding feminine, sounds a bit... off.

Mitchel takes a closer look at Sam, his own ears perking up, "R... really?" he asks as he takes in Sam's moderate chest and almost straight waist and he frowns a bit, certainly not the hottest girl... He looks to Ms Nightfang and says, "Um... isn't she kinda young to be doing things like that?" he asks in hopes to get someone older, and hotter.

The older woman grins widely. "Says the boy that ate me out last night." She replies, making Mitchel blush bright red in front of Sam, before her tone sharpens a bit "Sam is the same age as your oldest sisters. Not everyone develops as quickly as them." She says and narrows her eyes at the otter, clearly not happy that he is being picky about his reward "It's either Sam, or you can go another day without touching yourself." She states bluntly as Sam walks closer.

"I'm sorry I'm not as pretty as the others... But what I lack in looks, I make up for in... uh... skill..." The mouse says with her own a deep blush, not seeming to be affected by the comment of Mitch being with the headmistress the night before. She presses up close and gives Mitch a more then friendly kiss.

Mitchel is confused by the friendly kiss, he's not used to a girl close to his age giving him any positive attention. He squirms some as he feels his own bulge, as its still quite insistent that he have relief. He nods slowly and mutters, "Uh... yah... um... sorry Sam... I-I didn't mean a-anything by it..."

Sam smiles cutely. "It's okay." She replies. "So... um... How would you like to do this? I can j-just give you a BJ... or I-I could like you take me under my tail..." Sam murrs cutely as she offers to let him pick his poison.

Mitchel blinks softly and then swallows hard as the mouse offers a chance to actually have sex with her, "Wh... really? Um... the... the second one then..." he grins, never having thought that his reward would be to ride a girl and lose his virginity. Ms. Nightfang takes a seat on the bed, grinning at the boy's choice and decides to enjoy the show to come, or at least for however long it will last...

Sam smiles brightly at Mitch's choice and gives him another kiss, as apparently that's the one she was hoping for as well. She turns away from Mitch, much like Ms Nightfang last night she seems to want a bit of privacy as she starts to undress. She keeps her legs close together, still seeming a bit shy about it as she hides her naughty parts from the boy.

With Sam's back turned Mitchel takes this moment to have some privacy of his own to undress. He starts to work open his pants and push down his boxers to get his dick out, fully erect and thickly veined as it throbs eagerly with desire; almost an angry purple color from having been erect without relief for a while. He shudders, half afraid that he is going to blow his load on the mouse's ass before getting a piece of it. He decides he doesn't need to undress the rest of the way, and just watches Sam finish.

Sam giggles girlishly as she glances back and see that Mitchel is ready, blushing deeply at the sight of his purple throbbing member that simply aches for release. She shivers softly and closes her eyes, as eager for this as the otter is. She kneels down to gets on all fours, and presents herself to Mitchel; lifting up her furless tail to show that Sam is a bit more of a Samuel then a Samantha...

Mitchel doesn't notice at first, as he didn't take the words 'under my tail' to mean anal sex and was originally thinking of Sam meaning 'vaginal sex from behind'. His hands move to hold Sam's ass and that is when he finally looks down. He blinks and gets the cutest expression of confusion, followed by horrified realization... His hand slipping down to feel that tight boy scrotum between Sam's legs as if to actually feel if what he is seeing is real, which causes Sam to let out a pleasant churr... His mouth falls open before he pulls back from Sam as though he'd been shot through the heart by her, "Wh... I..." then he looks to Selene and shouts, "I told you, I'm not gay!"

Ms Nightfang narrows her eyes as Mitch yells at her, she knew Mitchel was likely reject the mouse but not like this. "Sam is a transsexual Mitch." She states as she stands up. "That means that in Sam's is female, despite the male trappings. Normally Sam would have to live like a girl for several years before she can be legally recognized as a woman and get a surgery to turn little Samuel into a little Samantha. But Sam didn't want to wait and her parent's didn't want her going through normal school while transitioning. So her parents sent her here since my school is open and friendly to transgendered or homosexual youths."

As Ms Nightfang explains Sam's 'condition' and some of her past, the mouse herself has recoiled from Mitch and is curled up in a ball; her knees tucked under her arms as she hugs herself. The sound of her sobbing can be heard by both Mitch and Ms. Nightfang, not taking the otter's reaction very well.

At the sound of Sam's sobbing Ms. Nightfang growls a bit and glares at Mitch. "Sam eagerly volunteered, thinking you were cute and wanted to see if a boy could accept her. That's always been her biggest problem a lack of confidence. Always worried about if someone could see past that until she was a full girl or if they'd see her as some kind of freak. Apparently you just answered her question." Selene says not in any way pleased with Mitch's reaction, as she works the magic of guilt on him.

Mitchel blinks as he looks from Ms. Nightfang to Sam and back, "But... I... that... I can't... oh come on!" he groans as he face palms at the info dump, "Sam... I'm sorry... you... I just..." he is clearly flustered and confused. He honestly didn't mean to offend or upset the mouse, he was thinking that this was some evil scheme by Ms. Nightfang to erode his masculinity. "I'm just... I-I don't like dicks... that's all..." He says splaying his ears with a sigh.

Ms. Nightfang has to stifle a giggle as she watches the otter try to apologize while looking very cute and confused. "I am sorry, it's just that you are very cute when flustered." She grins.

Mitchel waits silently as he looks over Sam again. If it wasn't for the rather smallish looking sheath between her legs, it'd be very hard to think of her as a guy... Sure she's not as curvy as other natural girls her age, but as Selene said not all girls develop as quickly as his sisters.

Sam looks up to Mitch with tear stained eyes and squeaks softly. "M-mine barely works any more..." She says still upset over being made to feel like some freakish cross dresser. "I've never liked having erections and Selene's helped me control them... I-I wish I could just be done away with them already!" She says and whimpers softly.

Ms. Nightfang having regain he composure once again speaks up. "I was serious when I said it was Sam or Nothing." She says as she one more returns her glare to the boy. "Since you can't get past her cock, it look like yours will have to be locked away again. Maybe in the future you'll remember to be more respectful to a girl's feelings, regardless if they fit your narrow idea of what a girl should be. Some girls can be really sensitive about their bodies and how they look." She says, not really needing to remind the boy after seeing the train wreck Sam had become.

Mitchel blinks softly a bit lost after hearing Sam's words trying to fully process them, "You can control your erections?" He asks Ms. Nightfang sounding confused, then he blinks again as the bat's words finally seem to catch up to him about being 'locked up', "Wait... what?"

Ms. Nightfang hand waves a bit and explains "It's not hard. Between a mix of medicines and hypnosis sessions I can help on train a person's mind to be in better control of their body. The mind is a very powerful organ; more powerful than many believe. It can bind you tighter than any straps or it can give you freedom you've never imagined. But you will learn that soon enough" She explains with a wide grin.

Mitchel huhs softly and looks back to Sam and says, "Look, I really am sorry. I didn't mean to offend you... uh... Sam..." then he looks to Ms. Nightfang as he notices her grin and asks, "Uh... What do you mean by that?"

Ms. Nightfang tisks softly at the otter seeming to be slow on the uptake. "I mean to make it so that you can't get off again. At least not without being told so in a specific way." She purrs softly as pulls Mitch over before he knows what is happening. "Since you reject someone simply for their looks, then you must not need to really get off, and this will be your punishment for your prejudice, something I will not tolerate in the least." She explains as she looks deep into the boys eyes, letting him see himself in those dark purple abysses that she calls eyes.

Mitchel tries to blink as he stares into those eyes as they start to glow and the room around them seems to fade completely. Candles that he'd not noticed earlier light up with a similar purple glow as Mitchel find that he can't move or even think clearly, losing himself in those eyes as he feels a part of his mind starting to slip away.

Ms. Nightfang mms softly as she watches the boy grow still as he falls under her control, his mind being hers to alter as she wishes for the next few moments. "Yes, that's right. Feel yourself lose your will in my eyes. Feel you mind slipping as your body surrenders total control of me." She purrs as her voices once more switches to that melodic tone, having been laying the ground work yesterday to help make you more susceptible to powers.

"Since you rejected your reward and deeply offended another student: From now on your restricted from orgasms. No matter how much try, no relief will come; and effort to paw off will only make the pressure build and make your situation worse." She speaks, letting her musical words wrap around the boy's mind "The only way you will be able to cum is if someone offends you similarly to how you offended Sam. Only by hearing 'Mitch, you are such a sissy.' Will you find this mental blocked removed for a short time and any previously built up pressure will release automatically like a dam bursting." She says sealing the boy's fate. "Right now only Sam and I know this trigger phrase. So you better hope we are in a good mood if you ever want to cum." She sings and then snaps her fingers.

Mitchel takes it all in despite not wanting to. A deep shudder runs through his body as the world go back to normal and he drops to the floor, landing on his ass with a grunt as mobility is returned to him again. After a moment to fully recover his senses; he blinks as the words Ms. Nightfang said percolate through his brain scowling unhappily, but he doesn't yet believe in mystic powers or mumbo jumbo...

Ms. Nightfang grins widely, she knew very well that look of disbelief. "Go Ahead, Try to paw off. Right now." She orders knowing he won't believe her till he tries it.

Mitchel frowns, shaking his head, "Uh..."

"What is it this time?" Ms. Nightfang scowls down to him.

Mitchel blushes and says, "C-Can I just go back to my room?" He asks as isn't comfortable jerking off in front of the Headmistress and Sam.

"If you go back now, You'll be confined there for the rest of the day." Ms. Nightfang states, having had enough of the boy's disobedience and attitude for one day.

Mitchel blinks, "Why?" he asks as he moves his hand to his dick, which is still pulsing erect despite what has happened. Though he isn't sure if he is putting it away or holding it in anticipation of other things.

Ms. Nightfang sighs as she has to explain to him what a punishment is. "Because you are already on VERY thin ice and leaving would be further disobedience in the face of what is already a pretty severe punishment for someone on their second day. "

Mitchel groans and hangs his head and ears splaying back at being forced to jerk off, closing his eyes as he starts to try to jerk off half heatedly. He blushes deeply and shudders a little as his hand strokes over his nice cock, while his big, very figuratively blue balls quiver under it in desire to empty themselves. Ms. Nightfang smiles and watches the boy, it is almost a shame, really... Especially on his second day, but he should be a lot of fun to break.

Sam looks up from where she is curled up, becoming curious to what is going on, having been mostly lost in her own world while the boy was being punished. Though She always enjoys seeing the headmistress work, even after nearly two years it still amazed her at what the bat was capable of.

Mitchel starts to get more into it as he goes, the pleasure taking over the humiliation of jerking off in front of the weird pair. His eyes open after a few moments, realizing he should have came by now and looks down at himself, his hand gripping tight as he starts to pump harder with each passing minute, over time really starting to work at jerking himself off, but finds he is barely even drooling precum. He bites his lower lip and looks up at Ms. Nightfang as he starts to believe she's not as crazy as she sounds.

Ms. Nightfang grins widely, showing off her shiny fanged teeth and looking rather evil at the moment. "Is something wrong? I though you wanted to cum." She asks with blatantly false innocence as she watches him try to jerk off with no success.

Mitch wants to cum, it's very desperate, but it's like there is a blockage inside preventing anything more than pre from leaking out. He whimpers softly and stops trying, shuddering and looking down at his dick with frustration. He isn't so pent up that he can't stop at least, but it is easy to tell that he won't last long without an orgasm before he starts to get really bitchy...

"If you are good, we will see about letting you cum tomorrow." Selene says with a smile and gently pats Sam's head, as the mouse smiles at otter, feeling better after seeing the boy's punishment for making her feel like a freak.

Mitchel groans, shuddering as he tries to stuff his erection back into his boxers and pants, having trouble with it as his cock is literally painfully erect at the moment. He leaves Sam's room in a huff, passing several students in the hallway as returns to his own, opting to spend the rest of the day in privacy except for lunch and dinner, before once again having a very troubled night's sleep.